“He ran across the street. I didn’t see which—”

I pressed hard against the pressure point in his shoulder. The stranger’s legs wobbled, and he let out a strangled cry. His hand reached up to wrap around my wrist, but I only applied more pressure.

“O-okay.”

“You’re wasting my time. Which way.”

He released my wrist with trembling fingers and pointed to the left. I let him go and ran. Cold air sawed in and out of my lungs. The burn was nothing compared to the steadily growing ache. I came to a stop at the street light and looked each way.

My heart was pounding, and my lungs burned. I searched each way, but there was no Tex. I pushed my fingers through my hair and tugged. In the place of the tumbling emotions crashing through me, one took control. The one emotion I understood above all.

Anger.

“If I can’t have you, then no one can.”

Fire burned my lungs as I turned another corner and then another. Shit, shit, shit! I hadn’t meant to wander into Blu, but my feet had taken me there as if I was on autopilot. I’d tried everything to get Enzo out of my head, but he was always there. I’d convinced myself just one glimpse of him would be enough, and then I would disappear, but he’d seen me too.

Enzo’s dark eyes on mine had made shivers run up and down my spine. One look, and I wanted nothing more than to climb into his bed and ride his cock until he smiled for me. At Blu, I was reminded that he never smiled all that much except for when he was with me.

My heart pounded as I leaned against an alley wall and sucked in a cigarette smoke-filled breath from someone nearby. The woman raised a brow at me, and I nodded. I’d probably scared the hell out of her. I closed my eyes and drew in another long, deep breath until my heart stopped racing out of my chest.

That’s it. I can’t go looking at him anymore.

My only job was to look into the Vitale family. No more little trips to stare at Enzo. No more driving by his place in the new beater car I’d picked up. And no more thinking about him as anything other than my enemy.

I pushed off of the wall, trudging down another set of alleys until I came out near my car. Sliding behind the wheel, I stared off into the distance. My life had been going so smoothly, but now it was a chaotic mess.

Not like it’s anyone’s fault but my own. I should have never gotten into bed with him.

The thought of never feeling his hands on my body or his mouth on mine was enough to send me into a full-blown depression. I opened my glove compartment and snatched the pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, I shoved it into my mouth and lit up. I hadn’t smoked in years, but I’d turned into a chimney overnight.